Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I just needed 5 minutes the other morning. Seriously, like 5 minutes to throw on some makeup so that I didn't look like I was dying. (do yourselves a favor and never stop by before i've put some makeup on. it isn't pretty. i believe i've scared neighbors in the grocery store.)

And I come downstairs to this. I was SOOOOOOO Happy!

Do you see the lid securely attached to the "flour" container. I was thanking my lucky stars that it was the rice and NOT the flour that morning.

The adorable little culprit. I caught him red handed. Not that he would have tried to deny anything, he was so pleased with himself.

Exhibit B:

And then this afternoon, I broke out the vacuum for the first time in a month and the children retreated to higher ground.

It got quiet up there. Too quiet...

Oh good gracious.

If I were totally, completely irresponsible, you could almost believe that I tattooed sleeves onto my baby.

No shame. No remorse.

I'd like to point out that she avoided her clothes completely. Ironically, the markers are washable... which is a good thing since I can't actually use soap on her skin. Eczema sucks.

Impressive, eh?

What have your kids accomplished in your 5 minutes of peace and quiet?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I also took pictures and then I patted myself on the back for being such a fantastic documentor (?)

documentator(?)

documentarian(?)

person who documents things about my childrens' lives.

I took these photos once upon that time to post for my mom because she hadn't been up to see the kids in several weeks. Now that my mom is here and currently enjoying her beloved grandchildren, it sounded like a good time to get around to posting them. I'm ironic like that.

I really have nothing interesting to report or groundbreaking to say. All I got are pictures of cute kids. I love cute kids... most of the time, but I love my nephew, Davie, all of the time. He's so sweet and cute a cuddly and smiley...

Hi Davie!

My family is kind of obsessed with Davie. Charlie is particularly taken with him, I'll have to get a video of an interaction to post. I think that Davie is the only person in the world that Charlie loves more than himself.

He might be in danger of being loved to death.

And... Ben, Mr. Potato Head Constructor Extraordinaire.

Jane is currently anti-Ben. It sounds mean, but it's really funny. She's always upset when he comes over (which is a lot) because he bullies her around. Seriously, hilarious.

Ben is literally half her age and half her size and yet she allows him to chase her around the house roaring at her like a dinosaur. She climbs up onto to tables and countertops to get away from him, crying. She's a little dramatic. He'll, like, hit her with something and then she'll come to me crying and every single time I say "Jane! You are seriously twice as big as him. Just TAKE IT AWAY." and she always looks at me like I'm a freaking genius and the thought had never occurred to her, even though I said yesterday, and the day before that and the day before that.

Personally, I'm not anti-Ben. I still love you Ben! And I love that you love Mr. Potato so much!

BTW, Ben turned 3 yesterday. He and Charlie currently wear the same sized clothes. They also look a lot alike. It's getting slightly confusing, particularly when they are dressed identically. (it happens more often than i'd like to admit.) I didn't take any pictures of Charlie that day. He was probably busy clogging the toilet upstairs with a jar of mentholatum at the time, but here's a token photo of him for good measure.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

I keep having this idea to start a series of posts entitled "Friday Favorites" wherein I take pictures of things around my house that I really like. We've spent so much time (and money) over the last couple of years making this house unrecognizable to the previous owners and now there are so many things that I like about my house that I'm starting to feel compelled to share. The title would be cute and alliterative and the posts themselves would operate under the assumption that everyone, everywhere is fascinated with the mirror I bought last week or the shade of gray that I recently painted in my entryway. Yup. Cute and self centered, just the way a blog post should be.

Problem is that every Friday, I either forget or don't have the energy to clean up enough to take pictures of my house that I'd be willing to show the world. I guess that my plan for the perfect blog post is flawed. Oh well. I'm not afraid of failure.

Moving on... I have something to show you. Brent and I (so to speak) remodeled our laundry room and main floor bathroom. The bathroom isn't done, but the laundry room is. Oo la la. I love me a nice laundry room. First, allow me to show you the before.

The pictures look really cramped and tight.

There is a reason for this.

The reason is that it was small and I couldn't get any perspective. I have no issues with a small laundry room (it's just laundry) but we have those fancy shmancy front loaders and couldn't really open the door to get inside them. They were also wedged in a pan that slanted and prevented us from being about to level the washer. It got really loud when it shook.

And it was just gross. Once upon a time, there was a sink, but we had to move it because it wouldn't fit with the washer and dryer so there was just a messed up wall and cat litter and spilled laundry detergent on the floor from when the washer shook it off. I have been referring to it as the Pit of Despair.

So the demo began.

All we did to the space was bump the wall on one side in to accomidate a sink, but we moved the washer and dryer to another wall and bumped the toilet (on the other side of the wall) over a few inches which required a complete plumbing overhaul. Jaime cut a hole in the floor so that they didn't have to walk up and down the stairs to access the crawl space.

And Charlie joined him once or twice.

Have you met Jaime?

Jaime is our roommate. He's lived with us since before Charlie was born. He's our good friend, our kids love him and we love having him living here. He's also magical. Since we've known him he's worked his magic on our home including (but not limited to) transfiguring our ugly blue bathroom into one that looks like is belongs in a hotel (when I clean it), conjuring up a bedroom for Lizzy out of thin air and most recently transforming The Pit of Despair into a totally tricked out, overly upgraded laundry room.

Actually, we did the laundry room on the cheap, it just appears to be tricked out. The cabinets and shelves and countertops and sink are all cheap IKEA stuff. We already had the hardware and the faucet and we found the tile at Tile-4-Less. The only thing that cost actual money was the glass tile for the backsplash. It was my splurge and I have no regrets.

Now the whole family loves our laundry room. Laundry-doing is up 80% (or whatever), which is good for our reputations since we aren't walking around in grungy clothes all the time. In fact, the kids, I think, like to hang out in there a little too much...

The little thief.

The bathroom is almost there. All we need to do is put in a sink, a toilet, a mirror and a light. I'll be sure to post pictures of those too since it will undoubtedly be a favorite of mine, although I cannot promise they will end up on my blog on a Friday.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Shortly after my eldest was born, my mom pointed out to me that children are most certainly NOT born civilized human beings. They are born heathens and it's the parents' responsibility to refine them. As far as Charlie in concerned, this definitely the case.

In the past few weeks, he's made some rapid regression to his animal instincts... it's been most disappointing for me. He is currently the most destructive force of nature I've ever encountered, I seriously feel like I'm trying to raise a mischevious monkey as a son.

Anyway, I wanted to post some pictures of his second favorite pastime. His favorite is to drink from his sippy and spit it's contents at anyone or anything within reasonable baby distance. It's super charming, especially when we forget and give him juice. His second favorite pastime is to throw his food on the floor so as to facilitate his eating it like a dog.

"Yum, old Froot Loops."

"What?!"

And I just sit there and allow it to happen. I'm going to have to start working a lot harder if I want to refine this one.

I was not prepared for this. For the record, when it comes to cleaning up messes off the floor, snaking toys out of the toilet, taking screwdrivers and hammers from tiny fingers before they smash in your walls or cabinets or fireplace glass, and chasing around children who've managed to snatch a knife out of the dishwasher while you were trying to unload it (why does he always go for the knives?) boys are way harder.